Maybe not having money is causing me more stress than I realize. Like. Maybe I like, feel it in my body…like. I wonder….like…what I will be like in five years….like, I woke up today at ten. I went and got coffee from the bodega after finding some quarters in the coin jar. It was raining and I didn’t take an umbrella and I was wearing sweat pants and ballet flats. And when I got to the register I took forever counting my change and there was a homeless lady next to me with a cart and she also took forever counting her change and we were there together counting change for like, ever. And then I walked back to my apartment and wondered what kind of self-importance people felt to decide what “smart” or “good” was. Who the “smart”, “good” or “breaking boundaries” or “not” people were or whatever. Like, what kind of “boundary breaker” “breaks boundaries” intentionally? Then I couldn’t get the front door key to work so I just stood there for a while…jiggling and huffing and puffing and I think like, ten minutes went by before the door magically opened. I should ask my roommate if I can copy his keys because he never says anything about having key issues but I’ll probably forget about it. Or I’ll avoid it. Because I have a difficult time fixing simple problems. Then I warmed up some beans from last night and I drank the coffee and watched “Party Down” on Netflix and wrote two pieces of copy about all of these successful artists for a website and then I put SNL on Hulu and took a bath and dried off and put on clothes and yellow boots and I grabbed an umbrella this time and was running very late. And then I used my debit card to refill my metrocard ($6) and immediately got a text message alert that I had what…$3.77 in my bank account. And I thought about quitting theater. And then I thought how lucky I am that I don’t think about quitting all the time, or maybe how unlucky. And then I got to rehearsal…..:)
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This probably isn’t what you want to hear, but this is kind of a beautiful monologue.
I think about quitting all the time too. I recently discovered my hairstylist makes over 100k a year. So now I want to learn how to cut hair. Doesn’t that sound nice? A beautiful shop, stylish/ gorgeous people, and work that you leave behind at the end of the day Sounds nice to me. Also, i could get knuckle and neck tattoos and not worry about it.
Let’s be hairdressers, Leah. We both have really cute haircuts and strong senses of style. What do you say?
haha. lets do it in unison as a monologue at the Bowery Poetry Club. we will b so artsy.
your hairstylist makes over 100k a year? wow. i had no idea. that would be amazing to have work you can leave behind at work. but probably, you and i would become hairdressers and come home, and do play submissions. or use some of that 100k to produce work. which, actually doesn’t sound bad. playwrighting is a disease. or writing in general i think. maybe money cures it. who knows.
and thanks for saying i am stylish!! you are the first person to ever say that!!! everyone makes fun of my clothes because i have no fashion sense.
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